Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.